A/N: Whoo, next chappie's finally typed up. -^__^ - I swear,
I love this story, but sometimes it takes me forever to get
anywhere with it. The final installment should be up soon, and
then there's only the sequel to go and this storyline will be
finished. *waves Daiken flag* XD

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" 'Touch And Die' Blue"

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"My what?!"

"We're your fairy godparents!" the pink-haired fairy standing
before the wild-haired king repeated brightly. The forest
spirit by her feet nodded eagerly.

"Unfortunately," the other fairy muttered, adjusting his
glasses. The water sprite on his shoulder snickered and the
king glared at them both.

"Okay, okay!" the king admitted, waving his hands again, this
time in a "hush-hush" motion. "So I like him! So what? I'm
the king; I can do anything I want! No one will care if I mess
around with a servant every now and then!"

"But you don't want to just mess around, do you?" the pink fairy
said softly, clasping her hands together tightly. It was more
of a declaration than a question. "Because then you might hurt
his feelings. And you never, ever want to hurt him."

The king looked away, his wild hair hiding his eyes. "It . . .
could never happen," he said flatly. "The rules of our society
forbid anything more than an affair with a servant. Even for
someone like me . . . there is nothing that I could change.
Besides, I was promised to another by my parents before their
deaths."

"Uh-oh," the water sprite mumbled.

"What?! Who?" the pink fairy demanded, looking outraged. "Who
would dare to stand in the way of your pure and faithful love?!"

The wild-haired king wordlessly pointed out the window and the
other four stormed it in a suitably overzealous fashion. In the
courtyard below, a beautiful auburn-haired girl sat, attended by
a redheaded servant as she made a flower chain for the pet harpy
beside her to wear. A red demon with large claws lazily buzzed
overhead, keeping an eye out for trouble.

"Holy- " the pink fairy began.

"- crap," the blue one finished. Both swallowed hard.

"He's so adorable!" The forest sprite beamed down at the
servant.

"She's amazing!" the water sprite cried happily. "Forget the
pretty-boy, your highness, that girl's a keeper!"

"No way!" the king and the blue fairy yelled in unison.

The blue fairy blushed as the others gave him funny looks. "So
she's cute," he muttered. "Sue me."

"NOW you get into it." The pink fairy sighed. "Not that I can
blame you . . . That guy with her is absolutely delicious!"

"Yeah, whatever," the king muttered, slumping back in his
throne. "But still, she's just another countess. What I want
is to be with HIM!"

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Meanwhile, the princess's faithful freaked-out feline servant
had made her way back to her princess's side with the help of
the royal physician, the small green demon that was his
assistant, and a very healthy dose of smelling salts.

"Now take it easy," the physician cautioned her as he helped her
take a seat by the princess. "Whatever you saw seems to have
really upset you."

"Uh-huh," the feline servant replied weakly. The pretty-boy
servant appeared a moment later, carrying the physician's bag
and trailed by his younger brother.

"What happened?! Didn't you find her?!" the princess demanded.

"Oh, I found HIM all right," her servant muttered.

The princess fell off her chair. "WHAT?!" she squawked. Her
faithful servant wordlessly pointed at the pretty-boy behind
her. "Well, this explains a lot," the princess muttered.

The pretty-boy started to get very nervous. "Ah, Milady, what
does it explain?" he asked weakly.

"Oh, nothing!" the princess said hurriedly, waving him off.

"My lady," her servant whispered into the princess's ear. "I
heard him say that he loved your brother."

The princess's eyebrows went UP. "You gotta be kidding me,"
she muttered flatly. "And they're still both pining away?" Her
servant nodded and the princess rolled her eyes. "Oh, for
crying out loud . . ."

"That's what we said!" a voice piped up from her shoulder.
Startled, the princess turned her head to find two tiny fairies
perched there, one with burgundy hair and one with glasses.

"Who-?!" the princess choked in shock, for a moment having the
irrational thought that they might be her consciences.
Although, neither had a halo, much less a pitchfork.

"We're the pretty-boy's fairy godparents," the fairy with
glasses explained, jerking a thumb at said pretty-boy, who
looked like he was about to faint at the sight of them.